Sun.19.03.06. Another D-day. The weather was brighter but would it mirror my mood? Most of the morning had been spent getting rid of the final corroded bolts that held the scuttle to the tub, labelling the crusting wiring loom then later, grinding off the remaining few stubborn fixings. I reminded myself how well I had put the old car together all those years ago, but at the same time regretted leaving it to rot in a damp, sodden garage. Throughout the early session Chris had unluckily developed a bad neck caused by the rigours of unfamiliar bending as well as uncharacteristic stretching, but more significantly due to the draughty, freezing weather of the previous days; but like a dutiful Trojan he pressed on to complete the task. By late morning we had finally wrestled the tub from the chassis. David had offered to give us a lift at this point because Chris was suffering, suffering from a great deal of pain. We were then able to store the tub at the side of the stables sheeted over so as not to disturb the horses. Adele, David’s wife, had earlier cleaned out a spare stable so that we could stack the rest of the wings plus other various components that had either fallen off or that we had managed to remove carefully. Immediately, after the first impression, Chris wasn’t at all happy about the condition of the chassis. Equally as quickly it was decided that we must locate a new one. At this defined moment in time I vowed to make this the best Burlington in existence, with the help of Chris and other ‘mates’ we shall succeed. No expense will be spared, no corners cut. Let’s rock. We left at one, dressed in our ‘worky’s clothes’ for smart Sunday at the Oak. This has been a good day.
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